I'm the girl who cares about people who don't give a crap about her.
I'm the girl who pretends to be happy because she doesn't want anyone to ask what's wrong.
I'm the girl with scarred wrists and cut thighs.
I'm the girl with the fake smile and dried eyes.
I'm the girl with suicidal thoughts but won't tell her therapist.
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoesíaThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
